“Not so good, Trace. Not so good, because you pierced my fourteen year old daughter’s belly button without her father’s consent.” The man strewn over the vinyl chair, his chest exposed for a huge Cookie Monster portrait, tips his head back to eye me. I don’t like making a scene, especially not in front of a man whose chest is covered in Sesame Street characters because what the fuck is that about? But what Trace did is absolutely unacceptable.
